I know it's been a while since I last posted anything literary, much less something that was relevant to the Creative Writing story. We haven't been doing the stories lately, so I haven't worked on it a lot. I did this bit a while ago when we were still working on it, near the end of the first quarter.
So here it is.
That night, we pitched camp near the edge of a clearing. There were trees all around us, except for the clearing. It didn't look happy.
Our camp fire was in the middle of the clearing. I was delegated the task of cooing even though I was terrible at it. We had bottomless canteens, thanks to Eohu's magic, so I just dumped a bunch of water into the pot and put in some vegetables that Eohu conjured out of nowhere at my request, along with some tofu. I'm a vegetarian, if you haven't noticed.
Garrett took one look in the pot and said, "What is that?"
"Soup," I said. I didn't know what else to call it.
"Where's the protein?" he demanded. "The meat and stuff? And what's that white stuff?"
"It's tofu," I told him. "that's your protein."
"Does it really matter?" Simon wondered.
"Yes, it does," Garrett insisted. I glanced at Eohu. He conjured up a bag of nuts and threw it at Garrett.
"There's your protein," he said to Garrett.
"You can avoid the tofu if you want to," I told him. "But if we keep it for a few days, it won't taste gross anymore, I swear."
"Tofu isn't protein," Garrett said. "and neither are nuts, for that matter," he added, looking in the bag.
"Actually, they both count," I snapped. "And there are beans in here, too. But I don't eat meat, and if you don't like it, fine. You can make dinner tomorrow, and I'll make up random excuses not to eat it."
We were all hungry, and it showed. When I dished out the food, Simon and Eohu accepted their bowls with thanks and had swallowed half of their bowls in thirty seconds. Garrett took his without saying anything, and sat there glaring at it while the rest of us ate.
"Look," I said, "If you're not going to eat it, you're not gonna have any energy tomorrow and you're still going to be in a bad mood, regardless of the protein content of whatever you've been given. Just try it, all right?"
Garrett looked up sullenly.
Come on, you've got to eat something," I insisted. "You don't have to like it. You just have to eat it, that's all. It's not toxic or anything, I swear." I looked at him pleadingly across the fire. "Please?"
Garrett sighed.
"What's up?" I asked.
"You remind me of my other," he said finally. "She always had to talk me into eating whatever she made for dinner. She's with the others now. A prisoner."
"If you want to save her, you're going to have to keep up your strength," I told him. "Which means you're going to have to eat some of those," I nodded at the bag of nuts, "and then get some sleep, all right?"
Garrett reluctantly put his hand into the bag.
"Lily, we need to talk about your magic," Eohu said.
"What about it?" I asked. I wasn't aware that I actually had any magic, but then, I wasn't aware that I was a fairy until last night.
"Well, you need to learn to use it," Eohu said. "You're a fairy, remember?"
"How about we work on it tomorrow?" I said. "When we actually have time."
"All right," Eohu agreed.
I took the flute out again. I don't know why I had the sudden urge to play it, but I did. I was about to put it to my lips when Simon said, "What was that noise?"
I put down the flute and listened. Something big was coming our way, crashing through the trees, very fast.
Simon reached for his bow and quiver as he rose. Garret pulled out his sword as he got to his feet. Eohu just stood up. I followed suit, unsure what else to do. They were all staring at the same spot towards where the sound was coming from-across the campfire from where I had been sitting. Next to me, Eohu sprouted wings. If I hadn't been scared about whether or not we were going to die, I would have looked at the cool brown-and-orange pattern more closely, but now wasn't the time. All I had time to think was that color combination like that of a monarch butterfly.
Then a troll stamped into the clearing. Twenty feet tall, with mottled gray skin and only a loincloth around its waist and a club in its hand, it paused when it saw the four of us on the ground below it. Cocking its head, it crouched down and peered in to the pot that held the dinner leftovers, disregarding the still-hot coals around it.
Then it said, in a deep voice that made the ground shake, "Is that vegetable soup that you've got there? Can I have some?"
We all stared at the troll in disbelief. Since when did trolls like vegetable soup, vegetarian style?
"um...sure," I said, unsure. "Go ahead."
"Thank ye kindly, miss," said the troll, in a kinder voice than one would expect to come out of a troll. I thought I heard a bit of a British accent in his voice, but I wasn't sure. Who would have thought that a troll would be British?
The troll picked up the pot and poured the rest of the steaming soup into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. Putting down the pot, the troll said, "Ar, that's better. I suppose I'm supposed to do you lot a favor. So what'll it be? Restored thrones? Enemies dead? Powdered hen's teeth?"
We kept staring in stunned disbelief. Clearly, none of the others was expecting anything like this at all. I, for one, had never been aware that if you gave food to a troll it would grant you a favor. I thought that it would eat the food and then just club you whenever it felt like it just to keep things simple.
"Well, don't all say something at once," the troll said.
"Uh... can you give us a second?" I asked. The troll nodded.
"Let's get him to piggy back us to Maldan's stronghold," I suggested as soon as the boys had turned their eyes away from the troll and the troll's back had turned.
"No, let's get it to make a fool of itself," Garrett sniggered.
"Very funny," I said sarcastically. "Let's get a tutu to match, and you can take it to the ballet."
"How about-" Simon began to say.
"Hey, I know!" Garrett said suddenly. "Let's get it to carry us there!"
"That's what I said, dumb butt," I said sharply. "And Simon was about to say something, by the way."
"Oh, right," Garrett said.
"Anyway, my idea was that maybe-" Simon began again.
"So how about my idea, you guys?" Garret interrupted.
"Garrett!" I yelled, so loudly that the troll turned around.
"You done yet?" it asked.
"Not yet," I told it.
"What?" Garrett protested.
"Shut up while other people are talking!" I told him. "And that includes Simon. It's basic respect, for your information. I thought they taught you that in chivalry training."
"I didn't hear him," Garrett complained.
"Shut your mouth and listen, then," I snapped. "Go ahead," I said to Simon.
"Well, I was thinking that we could have the troll piggy back us to Maldan's stronghold, and then give it more food, and then have it fight with us or for us or whatever, if we need it to," Simon said in a rush. It seemed that he was scared that he'd be interrupted if he talked at a normal pace.
"I like that," Eohu told him.
"Same," I agreed. Simon beamed We all looked at Garrett, even though it didn't really matter whether we got his consent-it was already a majority vote.
"Why's everyone looking at me?" he wondered, looking up from his intense study of his boot's laces.
"Didn't you hear what Simon said?" I asked.
"No," Garrett said unabashedly. "Who's Simon?"
Simon bowed his head, all delight gone from his face.
I slapped Garrett right across the face.
"Ouch!" he cried.
"Next time pay attention," I ordered.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Official Element of Awesomeness
I had to do a project on Yttrium over the weekend, and it's actually really interesting- mixed with europium, it goes into fireproof bricks. Mixed with iron, it's in the red pixels that you see when you look really close at your TV. It's in lasers, camera lenses, radar, and goes into making garnets, aka fake diamonds. Its melting point is around 1523 degrees Celsius, and its boiling point is about 3336 degrees Celsius. Yttrium 90, which is somewhat unstable and radioactive, is more precise than a scalpel and is used in surgeries where they have to cut the pain transmission nerves in the spine. Y 90 is also used in cancer pills because of its radioactivity. It will attach itself to the cancer cells and destroy them, kind of like chemotherapy except from the inside out.
Yttrium in the air around us in a very small percentile, as well as in the human body and is about 4 ppm in human bones and breast milk and around 30 ppm in salt water. It is only dangerous if it's finely ground and the room temperature is above 400 degrees Celsius.
It was picked up in rock form by Carl Axel Arrhenius in 1787 in a quarry near Ytterby, Sweden, who thought it was Tungsten and sent it to some chemists for closer inspection. Johan Gadolin studied it and published his findings on Yttrium in 1794.
Yttrium an oxide and is never naturally found by itself, always mixed with other chemicals. Its only truly stable isotope is Y 89, which is its only naturally occurring isotope as well. In its natural form it's a rock that is metallic silver in color.
Yttrium ROCKS!
Yttrium in the air around us in a very small percentile, as well as in the human body and is about 4 ppm in human bones and breast milk and around 30 ppm in salt water. It is only dangerous if it's finely ground and the room temperature is above 400 degrees Celsius.
It was picked up in rock form by Carl Axel Arrhenius in 1787 in a quarry near Ytterby, Sweden, who thought it was Tungsten and sent it to some chemists for closer inspection. Johan Gadolin studied it and published his findings on Yttrium in 1794.
Yttrium an oxide and is never naturally found by itself, always mixed with other chemicals. Its only truly stable isotope is Y 89, which is its only naturally occurring isotope as well. In its natural form it's a rock that is metallic silver in color.
Yttrium ROCKS!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Raise the Roof-Carbon Leaf
Raise the roof, that I might see the stars
To gain wisdom, to see things for what they are
Please, I need proof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Trapped in the snare with too much dreaming to bear
Fearful and frantic, hopeless and a romantic
Inspired but tired, I run this wide-open course
Like the sagging spirit of an older horse
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Peel back this backdrop, like the lids from my eyes
Put you in plain view, let me visualize
Touch me again in my dreams till I feel
Touch me again till I wake and it's real
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
The wisest advice to me that I didn't reach
Was to lock up the heart, but keep the key within reach
Touch me again in my dreams till I feel
Touch me again till I wake and it's real
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Raise the roof
To gain wisdom, to see things for what they are
Please, I need proof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Trapped in the snare with too much dreaming to bear
Fearful and frantic, hopeless and a romantic
Inspired but tired, I run this wide-open course
Like the sagging spirit of an older horse
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Peel back this backdrop, like the lids from my eyes
Put you in plain view, let me visualize
Touch me again in my dreams till I feel
Touch me again till I wake and it's real
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
The wisest advice to me that I didn't reach
Was to lock up the heart, but keep the key within reach
Touch me again in my dreams till I feel
Touch me again till I wake and it's real
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Raise the roof
Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Raise the roof
My all time favorite band=carbon leaf
Well, I got an iTunes gift card (yay!) for getting pretty good grades (5 A's and 2 B's), and so far the only annoying things that have happened is that some of the prices have raised on iTunes and it charged me twice for "the wizard and I" from Wicked. But I was also able to get some songs by Carbon Leaf, which is officially my favorite band ever. Right now I am listening to the new songs that I just got. I am quite glad that the prices haven't risen on Carbon Leaf songs.
I have only been to one rock concert ever. That was Building 429 (Cristian Rock, best band of that genre EVER) a few years ago. A few years ago, Carbon Leaf played in Richmond on Halloween, but I couldn't go. Mind you, I was not pressing that hard, because I wanted to go trick-or-treating. The annoying thing's that there are no venues where they can play that are anywhere near where I live. There's DC, and there's Richmond, but those're the only two big places that anyone would probably want to go to play. So yeah.
My new favorite song by Carbon Leaf is "This is my Song."
This is my day, this is my song
I am alive, what can go wrong?
YAAAY CARBON LEAF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They actually originated in Richmond, and they mentioned Virginia in this one song from their new album. The song is called "Indecision." It makes me very happy.
I have only been to one rock concert ever. That was Building 429 (Cristian Rock, best band of that genre EVER) a few years ago. A few years ago, Carbon Leaf played in Richmond on Halloween, but I couldn't go. Mind you, I was not pressing that hard, because I wanted to go trick-or-treating. The annoying thing's that there are no venues where they can play that are anywhere near where I live. There's DC, and there's Richmond, but those're the only two big places that anyone would probably want to go to play. So yeah.
My new favorite song by Carbon Leaf is "This is my Song."
This is my day, this is my song
I am alive, what can go wrong?
YAAAY CARBON LEAF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They actually originated in Richmond, and they mentioned Virginia in this one song from their new album. The song is called "Indecision." It makes me very happy.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
grr. rrr. rrrr.
Okay, from this point on, today is not my day. For one thing, it's raining. Rain isn't fun. Okay, it is fun some of the time. But not today. For another thing, I'm hungry, and I don't have any single dollars so I can't go and get something from the vending machine. Nor do I have any spare change. Then there's the fact that I'm just tired. Then there's also the fact that I was late to chemistry this morning, which is really not fun. Then there is the fact that my alarm clock is really annoying, even though I've only been using the alarm this week. Then there's the fact that I can't find my ancient civ notebook, which all but means that I am going to fail the quarter if it stays lost. But the thing is, I've looked in all the possible places, and it's not there. Then there is the other fact that I have tae kwon do today, and I really don't want to go. Then there is the other fact that I have started being a neat freak like my mom, which is very scary.
I do not WANT to be like my mother. Being like my mother is very scary. It is one of the last things on my List of Things I Want to Be, right down there with "dead" and "a zombie" and "constantly writing essays." I hate writing essays. Especially essays on topics like crabs or zombies or writing essays.
I have nothing against my mom. It is just I would hate to be like her when I grow up. And people say we're alike. AIEE!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
Really. My mom can be a control freak. And very annoying. Often at the same time. I have told her several times when she is doing something that's annoying and/ or embarrassing. But later on when it is just us, she says that it's embarrassing when I tell her that she's being annoying. Like I wasn't embarrassed at ALL whenever she told me off in public when I was a kid. Kids, in all reality, TOTALLY don't feel stuff like that. Nope. Who are we kidding?
Not.
Thanks, mom.
I do not WANT to be like my mother. Being like my mother is very scary. It is one of the last things on my List of Things I Want to Be, right down there with "dead" and "a zombie" and "constantly writing essays." I hate writing essays. Especially essays on topics like crabs or zombies or writing essays.
I have nothing against my mom. It is just I would hate to be like her when I grow up. And people say we're alike. AIEE!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
Really. My mom can be a control freak. And very annoying. Often at the same time. I have told her several times when she is doing something that's annoying and/ or embarrassing. But later on when it is just us, she says that it's embarrassing when I tell her that she's being annoying. Like I wasn't embarrassed at ALL whenever she told me off in public when I was a kid. Kids, in all reality, TOTALLY don't feel stuff like that. Nope. Who are we kidding?
Not.
Thanks, mom.
i fail at nanowrimo
Well, as most of you probably know, November is NaNoWriMo, and I am totally failing at it. I have not written anything novel-worthy in the last two weeks, nor have I had any time to do so.
So I fail at that.
FYI.
New post!
So I fail at that.
FYI.
New post!
time flies
Yes, I know I didn't post yesterday. Lots of hectic things were going on. Anyway, exactly a year ago yesterday I cut my hair for Locks of Love. Exactly a year ago today, I walked into school with hair above my collarbone for the first time since the beginning of fifth grade. I don't know how I remember these things. Okay, I do. I programmed the anniversary of the donation on my phone. It's not really hard to forget anyway, as it's Veteran's Day. Anyway, now my hair is even shorter and more spastic, but I sometimes really miss having the long hair. You can do more with it. I like this hair, but still. It never stays when I try to pull it back and I can't do anything to it except wash it and brush it and wish it would grow out faster. Hopefully I won't have to bob it for the musical, because then it would never grow out in time for swim season, which would mean that it would be the biggest hassle in the world to get it into the swim cap, which means I would never be able to finish warm ups. Not that I ever finish warm ups or anything. But still.
It seems that all the people I know who have had long hair have donated it. Well, not everyone. But a lot of people. But it used to be that practically everyone in my group of friends at school had long hair, and now only one long-haired person is left, and she's going to donate soon. That would make four of us. One girl had hair down to her butt. It was insane. She had it that long for the longest time (hahahahahaha!!) but then she donated before eighth grade. And then I donated last year, and then my other friend donated not long after. All the rest of the group have cut their hair through middle school and high school. And now one is left. And it is very sad.
Okay, that's all I have to say for now.
It seems that all the people I know who have had long hair have donated it. Well, not everyone. But a lot of people. But it used to be that practically everyone in my group of friends at school had long hair, and now only one long-haired person is left, and she's going to donate soon. That would make four of us. One girl had hair down to her butt. It was insane. She had it that long for the longest time (hahahahahaha!!) but then she donated before eighth grade. And then I donated last year, and then my other friend donated not long after. All the rest of the group have cut their hair through middle school and high school. And now one is left. And it is very sad.
Okay, that's all I have to say for now.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
WAHOO!!!!!!
Okay, I know that this is fairly belated, but I don't really care right now.
Better late than never, I guess.
So here is my AWESOME news: I HAVE A NAME IN THE MUSICAL! YAAAAY!
My name is Mathilde. I'm amazed I spelled that right. Anyway, I'm pretty sure our chorus teacher/ director made her up, but I don't really care. The point is, it's better than being just Jet Girl # 3. And definitely better than being Office Girl # 856. I probably won't have any lines, because number one, I'm technically a figment of the director's imagination, and number two, I was the last person on the list who had a name. As in, the next person's name on the list was under the heading of "female ensemble." And the cast list is order of importance. Millie was first. Jimmy was second. You get the point.
But either way, it's a lot cooler to have a name and be ensemble than it is to be just ensemble. Anyway, it should be more fun to be a sort-of ensemble person in "Millie" than it was to be an ensemble person in "West Side Story," because only the really important people get to do any significant amount of dancing and/ or singing in "West Side."
But in "Thoroughly Modern Millie" it seems that a lot of the extras get to do dancing and singing and stuff as well. And for this musical, it actually seems easier to be an extra, because, well, I don't know about you, but I'd find it kind of hard to belt a song at a hundred miles an hour while tap dancing. But that's just me.
Better late than never, I guess.
So here is my AWESOME news: I HAVE A NAME IN THE MUSICAL! YAAAAY!
My name is Mathilde. I'm amazed I spelled that right. Anyway, I'm pretty sure our chorus teacher/ director made her up, but I don't really care. The point is, it's better than being just Jet Girl # 3. And definitely better than being Office Girl # 856. I probably won't have any lines, because number one, I'm technically a figment of the director's imagination, and number two, I was the last person on the list who had a name. As in, the next person's name on the list was under the heading of "female ensemble." And the cast list is order of importance. Millie was first. Jimmy was second. You get the point.
But either way, it's a lot cooler to have a name and be ensemble than it is to be just ensemble. Anyway, it should be more fun to be a sort-of ensemble person in "Millie" than it was to be an ensemble person in "West Side Story," because only the really important people get to do any significant amount of dancing and/ or singing in "West Side."
But in "Thoroughly Modern Millie" it seems that a lot of the extras get to do dancing and singing and stuff as well. And for this musical, it actually seems easier to be an extra, because, well, I don't know about you, but I'd find it kind of hard to belt a song at a hundred miles an hour while tap dancing. But that's just me.
Monday, November 9, 2009
So anyway....
Well, now that I am done ranting about how annoying it is that our chorus teacher/ musical director hasn't put up the freaking cast lists yet, it's time to turn to What Happened Over the Weekend.
So I went to District auditions. I was there for over two hours, and it was really boring. The good thing was that a few of my friends were there too, and we were all at almost the end of our section lists, so we were all there for a really long time.
So then I went to Fall Formal.
I hung out at my friend's house first though. It was really fun. We played some sort of Mario Kart racing thing on her Wii. I was terrible at it, because I'm used to the classic controller, not the awesome motion-sensitive wheel that the Wii has for such games. So I was terrible at it.
Anyway, then we changed into our dresses and then took a bunch of pictures and then left. The dance was pretty fun, except for the part where I couldn't lose my somewhat socially awkward guy friend who kept hinting that he wanted to dance with me but I didn't really want to dance with him. Like, slow dance, I think. But as he didn't actually say it, I couldn't actually tell him no without it being really awkward. And I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I'm okay with spazz dancing near him, but I do NOT want to slow dance with him. No offense to him. But still.
I tried to lose him in the crowd several times, but when I got out of the crowd to get water/air/un-sweaty, he would find me two seconds later. It was fun hanging out with him at the beginning, but by the end, I was really bored of hanging out with him constantly for two and a half hours with him trying to flirt (I think.). I felt kind of bad, trying to ditch him, though. I'm pretty sure he like-likes me, and I feel really bad for not like-liking him back, and I feel kind of bad for trying to go hang out with some of my other friends, like the ones I was in the car with on the ride to the dance, but I couldn't find them anywhere and the awkward friend wouldn't leave me alone.
Okay, he'd leave me alone, but after a few minutes he'd come and find me again, wherever I was, which was crazy.
It was really annoying.
He should be one of the tracking people for the FBI.
Next year, I'm either not going at all, not going if he's going, or going and then refusing to let some of my other friends out of my sight. Hopefully I'll be able to do the last one. I think it should be fairly successful, depending on how big the crowd is once we get there. But it should be able to go fairly well.
Oh crud.
The Awkward Friend is in my next class. Great. Brilliant. He's probably going to try to talk to me, and I'm probably going to try to ignore him, and then I'm probably going to hurt his feelings, and then I'm gonna feel really bad.
ARGH!!!!
I hate it when this sort of thing happens.
Okay, my free block is almost over.
Oh great.
I left my notebook for next class at home. Or I can't find it. I can't remember which. Brilliant!
So I went to District auditions. I was there for over two hours, and it was really boring. The good thing was that a few of my friends were there too, and we were all at almost the end of our section lists, so we were all there for a really long time.
So then I went to Fall Formal.
I hung out at my friend's house first though. It was really fun. We played some sort of Mario Kart racing thing on her Wii. I was terrible at it, because I'm used to the classic controller, not the awesome motion-sensitive wheel that the Wii has for such games. So I was terrible at it.
Anyway, then we changed into our dresses and then took a bunch of pictures and then left. The dance was pretty fun, except for the part where I couldn't lose my somewhat socially awkward guy friend who kept hinting that he wanted to dance with me but I didn't really want to dance with him. Like, slow dance, I think. But as he didn't actually say it, I couldn't actually tell him no without it being really awkward. And I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I'm okay with spazz dancing near him, but I do NOT want to slow dance with him. No offense to him. But still.
I tried to lose him in the crowd several times, but when I got out of the crowd to get water/air/un-sweaty, he would find me two seconds later. It was fun hanging out with him at the beginning, but by the end, I was really bored of hanging out with him constantly for two and a half hours with him trying to flirt (I think.). I felt kind of bad, trying to ditch him, though. I'm pretty sure he like-likes me, and I feel really bad for not like-liking him back, and I feel kind of bad for trying to go hang out with some of my other friends, like the ones I was in the car with on the ride to the dance, but I couldn't find them anywhere and the awkward friend wouldn't leave me alone.
Okay, he'd leave me alone, but after a few minutes he'd come and find me again, wherever I was, which was crazy.
It was really annoying.
He should be one of the tracking people for the FBI.
Next year, I'm either not going at all, not going if he's going, or going and then refusing to let some of my other friends out of my sight. Hopefully I'll be able to do the last one. I think it should be fairly successful, depending on how big the crowd is once we get there. But it should be able to go fairly well.
Oh crud.
The Awkward Friend is in my next class. Great. Brilliant. He's probably going to try to talk to me, and I'm probably going to try to ignore him, and then I'm probably going to hurt his feelings, and then I'm gonna feel really bad.
ARGH!!!!
I hate it when this sort of thing happens.
Okay, my free block is almost over.
Oh great.
I left my notebook for next class at home. Or I can't find it. I can't remember which. Brilliant!
ARGH!!!
So today's supposed to be one of those annoying days where you find out whether or not you got into what you spent a million hours auditioning for. I already found out about Districts, but the musical cast list isn't up yet, and it's bugging the crud out of me. I want to know how I did, gosh darn it!
Okay, so they probably won't say how I DID, but still. I want to know whether I got a decent part or not. Not likely, but still. I could have gotten the part of like Office Girl #852 or something for all I care, but I don't right now. At least I would KNOW. The suspense is KILLING me here! HURRY UP!
Of course, knowing our chorus teacher, he'd probably post the list at like 4:02 or something, meaning there'd be a huge traffic jam at the three locations they're typically posted to try to see who got what part and then everyone would miss their bus. Except for me, because I walk. Anyway, it's really annoying. REALLY annoying.
I don't deal with suspense well. Can you tell? GAH!
For some reason or another, lack of information about cast lists always bugs me more than something like lack of information about who got into Districts. Maybe it's because I like singing and dancing and being onstage more than just plain singing. I really have no idea.
Either way, he had BETTER get the cast list up soon or else!!
Okay, so they probably won't say how I DID, but still. I want to know whether I got a decent part or not. Not likely, but still. I could have gotten the part of like Office Girl #852 or something for all I care, but I don't right now. At least I would KNOW. The suspense is KILLING me here! HURRY UP!
Of course, knowing our chorus teacher, he'd probably post the list at like 4:02 or something, meaning there'd be a huge traffic jam at the three locations they're typically posted to try to see who got what part and then everyone would miss their bus. Except for me, because I walk. Anyway, it's really annoying. REALLY annoying.
I don't deal with suspense well. Can you tell? GAH!
For some reason or another, lack of information about cast lists always bugs me more than something like lack of information about who got into Districts. Maybe it's because I like singing and dancing and being onstage more than just plain singing. I really have no idea.
Either way, he had BETTER get the cast list up soon or else!!
poop.
Well, after a solid week of practicing, I didn't get into district choir. The "Millie" lists have yet to be put up, but I'm not hopeful. I know that I did a lot better than last year, but, unfortunately, my chorus teacher just showed us a list of who got in and who didn't, and didn't tell us what the score cut off was for altos. So here I am, feeling kind of annoyed. My score was 148, which is either double or almost double the score I got last year. I forget what I got last year. I just remember I was fifteen points out of districts last year. I think it was like a seventy something. Don't quote me on that, though.
Okay, I have got to go. There is this crazy thing called gym class that I have to go to, as much as I hate it.
Okay, I have got to go. There is this crazy thing called gym class that I have to go to, as much as I hate it.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
my english teacher is the coolest person ever.
My English teacher has just assigned the AWESOMEST homework in the history of awesome homeworks. Yes, I know that "awesomest" and "homeworks" aren't words, but I DON'T REALLY CARE RIGHT NOW!!! This homework is officially amazing. It's a long story about how the assignment works, but it involves IMing people. Since none of my friends have IM (well, some of them do, but none of them are in my English class), my friend and I are going to do it in Gmail Chat. The only annoying part is the actual discussion. There's a prize for the pair with the best set. The assignment is basically to IM (or Facebook or Gmail or whatever) another person in the class and have a discussion about all the characters that we've encountered in the bazillion readings that we have done and what they believe in. This is based off of her last assignment, which was to go onto the website This I Believe (you can go there here) and print out your favorite essay of the selection they have. The stuff on This I Believe is basically what people believe in. For example, one of the essays is called "Be cool to the Pizza delivery dude" and Bill Gates did one on creativity and how it's affected him in his Microsoft-ness.
Anyway, I'm going to go now.
Anyway, I'm going to go now.
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